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When I wake up, I realise I must have overslept my alarm, as it's 11. I don't usually wake up this late, but I'm glad I got a good amount of sleep. I've been trying not to overthink the whole situation that Eric has brought to my attention, but I can't help worrying about it. I might despise my family, let alone my father, but this still doesn't seem like something he'd do. He hates Eric's family, and has "taken care" of around 7 of the members. I roll over to grab my phone and check the notifications. Jesus, that's a lot of. missed calls, 2 from my father, 1 from Harold and 8 from a unknown caller ID. I ignore those and Harold's and reluctantly call my father back. It rings for 4 seconds then i hear a gruff voice pick up, followed by heavy breathing. I can basically smell the toxic breath fumes over here.

"Why didn't you pick up when i called you? Twice I called. Thought someone had taken you out. Do NOT do this again, Victoria." my father practically shouts down the line. I can feel the spit protruding from his mouth.

"For fucks sake, Victoria. You're useless. Don't let this happen again," He replies, sighing. I stay silent. "And don't sleep in. This isn't a little part time job with flexible hours. This is life, filled with life or death situations. You need to get that into your head. Life isn't all fun and games." I roll my eyes and put my phone down on my chest of drawers and put him on speaker, while i make my bed. 

"Look, I said I'm sorry, and It's my last time sleeping in." I reply, hoping to calm him down. 

"Good," He says, and I relax. Didn't need him down my neck the whole time. "Also, there is no no's to this. You ARE going to the gala and I don't care what you think. You aren't a teenager anymore, you're 20. For heavens sake stop acting like a child whenever i mention it. You can't skive it now. Get your act together or I'll have it removed, completely. You know what I mean and I am not scared to do so. That is final. Get yourself a nice dress, but not to nice, don't want you looking like a total whore, and prepare for it. Goodbye." He stops the call before i have a chance to protest or at least call him a huge dick. Just for his little 'whore' remark, I'm going to find the sluttiest dress possibly known to man. Oh my God, I love me.

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